A few weekends ago (free on Sundays!), my roommate and I trekked to the Museum of Latin American Art (MoLAA) in Long Beach for an afternoon of culture.
Karaoke is an essential element of any good Vietnamese party. Karaoke and tons of alcohol. Growing up, after a few beers, my uncles without a doubt would bust out the karaoke machine. Every fun-loving Vietnamese/Vietnamese-American family has a karaoke machine. Even I have one, although ours is sadly no longer in commission.
*This song is a family favorite amongst my female cousins and I. Like most Vietnamese songs, it’s a heartbroken woman singing about her no-good, unfaithful lover. I honestly have no idea why we love this song so much, since we were all too young to relate to it…I hope.
Karaoke has the power to bring people together like no other. Once you’ve seen that side of someone, you can no longer un-see it. What song did they choose? Did they go solo or partake in a duet? Who did they choose for their duet partner? How much did they drink before they dared to grab the mic? All of these questions bring deep insight into someone’s soul. Continue reading
‘Cuz us Cali gurlz are like totally way deeper than u think.
It’s December, and the sun kisses my face as I open the door to walk to the bus stop. My sweater is slung over my bag, just in case I get chilly later. The streets are lined with fallen autumn leaves as they are barely starting to change colour. And then I remember all the lovely things about being in Los Angeles again. Continue reading
Whenever I tell someone that Vietnamese is my first language, I often get a shocked reaction. (Well, the majority of the people who get to know me. [Some] people who try to engage me based on my looks alone are convinced that I cannot speak English…but that’s a post for another day.) This shock results from one of two reasons: Continue reading
Jamaica is a very musically rich country. Everywhere you go, you can hear music blaring or someone bursting out into song. Even the goats wake you up very morning with their sad ballads. For example, when a co-worker was introducing me to Jamaican festival music, Continue reading
When I was a kid, I didn’t believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. BUT I did strongly believe in the Tooth Fairy. I didn’t know how she looked like, but Continue reading